Don't dance with someone else's wife. (1-2)

Don't Dance with Someone Else's Wife
(Part 1)
Through the swirling smoke, I vaguely recalled a fellow netizen I subdued last year.
The company gave us three days off for May Day. I was at the factory during that time, without
the opportunity to both receive work allowance and have some fun with my wife. So, I was sexually inclined to visit her, but she didn't have time off. Therefore, I was forced to
subdue someone else's wife.
The specific process is as follows:
We met in March on QQ. I told her I had finally landed a big order, and she asked me
to treat her. I asked her what kind of wine she liked, and she said she liked Shanghai rice wine (I've tried it; it's not very good, probably a type of
rice wine. I like beer, or baijiu, but I don't drink rice wine).
But shamefully, I added that I liked it too, and asked when we could go out for dinner together. She happily
said, "You can't escape me." I quickly took her hand and learned that she was from Jinshan.
I won't go into details about her husband and daughter. There are too many strong people on Mop.com, so you can't be too pretentious; I'm afraid of being struck by lightning.
At this moment!
Remember! At this moment! I asked a very ambiguous question. I subtly and lewdly expressed my purpose
. I said, "When your husband isn't home, call me, and we'll sneak out for drinks!" This high-
attack, explosive move dealt her a fatal blow. It instantly ignited her little flame, and she replied with a smiley face
, even asking if I was planning something naughty? Wow, she's even more cunning than me! I strained my brain
, thought for a long time, and typed out: "If you can be a good person, then I'll want to do something naughty." She
laughed again! We started a video call… Let
me briefly mention my own situation. I was about to get married at that time, but I was still a little hesitant. To be
honest, I didn't know whether I felt more affection or responsibility towards my wife. Actually, I couldn't really talk about love or
affection with her. Because I believe that if a couple isn't even happy in bed, what else is there to talk about? Although I sometimes
tell myself that I must marry the first virgin I find in my life, firstly because she already has my child, and secondly because
I want to choose a wife as gentle and kind as her. However, even though she's become increasingly fond of sex with me since losing her virginity
, she's still quite reserved. I have to teach her many things, and even then, there are many things she can't learn.
I talked to her about this, and she said she could tell I was quite skilled. I chuckled and asked if her husband was
skilled too. She said she wouldn't tell me! I sent a disdainful emoji: "Can't tell
you he's not very good either." She said she's older than me and definitely more experienced. I laughed lewdly: "In terms of experience based on age, what about turtles? They're more experienced! They
get older with age, and he's probably not as capable anymore, right?" She sent an angry emoji, and I laughed again
, asking if she was angry, just teasing her. She replied with an emoji that I still couldn't quite decipher—a
laughing emoji while covering her mouth…
Later, she even asked how many women I had outside. I honestly told her that I only have one
sister in Beijing right now. She asked how old I was. I cleverly created the illusion that I wouldn't hurt her family or privacy.
So I said I was 29, the same age as her, and then deliberately added, "I still have our photos." She
wanted to see them, but I wouldn't. She still wanted to see them, so for the first time, I showed my masculine strength and anger in front of her,
resolutely refusing to let her see them!
She then asked how many women I'd been with from beginning to end, and I answered **** (details omitted, because there's always
someone better). She was surprised and said, "Wow, that's impressive." I immediately flattered her! I said that I still felt the most connection with her. She asked
why? I said that when I first found her on QQ dating, I was captivated by her QQ profile picture—
so feminine! She must be amazing in bed, a rare opponent! Brothers,
I'm even impressed with my own writing skills! What was originally a compliment subtly revealed my own abilities,
letting her guess! There's a saying: What you don't know is always the most terrifying.
Now that things had come to this, she got really into it. Like an actress masturbating for ages, someone always comes along to put out
the fire. She bluntly said it was hard to say who would win or lose. I replied with unusual firmness, "If I didn't have some skill, would I dare
show my penis in front of you, sister?" She said it was hard to say, and without a second's thought, I replied: "Let's see what they're made of.
I'll book a three-day stay at the XX Hotel in Jiading for May Day. You can come over once you've settled things with your husband." She said she was going
to a wedding banquet on the 2nd and 3rd, and was free on the 1st. Of course, I wasn't willing: "It's impossible to determine a winner in 24 hours!" She laughed and scolded me for talking nonsense
…
The next day, the 30th, I woke up to a call from a former colleague saying she was getting married
, on May Day. There was no way around it; we used to be very close, I knew both her and her wife, and now we both
work in the North China region, so we could pass on any deals we couldn't complete (we're in the same industry). I could only
text her while I was at work, saying I'd be going to Nantong tomorrow and would be back as soon as possible. She wasn't online then. We had a whole
day of wedding festivities, and the bride's family seemed a bit unhappy about the wedding night pranks. Damn it! What kind of people are they! The groom took us
to the hotel that night, and I played cards with some former colleagues all night until 7 a.m. They went to sleep, but
I still remembered my Shanghai sweetheart. I ran to the station without even washing my face, and texted her from the bus back to Shanghai saying I'd arrive
in Shanghai at noon…
Finally, I boarded the bus back to Shanghai. The scenery along the way was so beautiful, and my excitement
kept me extremely energized even after a night of gaming! So I took out my phone and texted her: "Are you free today?
I'll arrive at noon." She replied that she was at a wedding banquet in Huangdu. Hearing she was in Huangdu, I was
overjoyed—everything was ready, even the final push was perfect! Lei Feng, who works in Huangdu, has VIP access. I told her I'd go first
and asked her to come over when she was done. She quickly replied that she'd try her best. I said okay, and after getting off the bus, I immediately hopped on Taxi
. The driver in the Gobi Desert charged me 10 yuan at the elevated highway entrance, but a
seasoned veteran of Mop (a Chinese online forum) wouldn't stoop to his level...
Enough talk, I booked the room. I quickly stripped naked and rushed to the shower. While scrubbing off
the grime, I sang loudly, "Don't hurt me anymore..."
The darkness before dawn is the darkest, and the waiting time before work is the most frantic! Remember Brother Chun (Note: Young and Dangerous)
Chun Ge (not the Super Boy Chun Ge) said in "Covering the Sky with One Hand": The most exciting part isn't the launch itself, but
the waiting and guessing before the target arrives. Because you don't know if she's tall or short, fat or thin,
a C or D cup... Just as my heart was as anxious as if the lottery draw was about to take place, the pleasant
ringtone of my cell phone rang...
After hanging up, I rushed out of the room with lightning speed. In the lobby, she was smiling,
carrying a small bag. I confidently and smilingly strode towards her with the stride of Little Ma, while my clear and innocent
eyes stripped her naked...
Back in the room, I eagerly gave her a bear hug from behind. My goodness, her breasts truly lived up to my
expectations! I couldn't cover one with each hand! She tossed her bag aside, turned around, and pressed herself against me, her little tongue swirling around me. My
heart was pounding with passion. We kissed as we walked towards the bed, I took off my annoying glasses, and carefully examined her
to see if she looked any different from the photos… Watching someone else's wife lie beneath you with her eyes closed, waiting for your wetness, the feeling…
well, you can imagine! Then, I continued to moan to moan, kissing her earlobes,
neck, and her little hands weren't idle either, rubbing her through her skirt, her legs squeezing together as if ticklish. I roughly pulled off her skirt and underwear
, not even knowing where her shoes were (a piece of advice from a cat: when you're with a woman, pull down her skirt first;
it's easier to pull down the top later. If you pull down the top first, and your foreplay isn't good, she might not let you pull down the skirt). I
straddled her, my two claws gripping her breasts like braised pork belly, my little mouth frantically sucking her
saliva, sucking her ears, sucking her neck. The kitten didn't dare use too much force when sucking her neck. Brothers, listen up! She's willing to come
out with us, we can't hurt her. If we suck her neck red, she won't be able to explain it when she gets home!
I unbuttoned her shirt—what huge breasts! No rush to pull off the bra, I first pulled the nipples out of the bra, then shoved them into my mouth!
She cooperated with a long, drawn-out "oh!" A young woman is a young woman; her breasts had a slightly sweaty smell and were quite soft. Never mind,
I used all my skills on those little grapes. After a while, I let go of her mouth—those little grapes were black and shiny, stimulating me so much I immediately wanted
to start. But the kitten wasn't as rough as I thought. Can a cooked chicken run away? I stood up, pulled her to
sit on the bed, and pointed at my belt. She cleverly said, "That's the good thing about a young woman! You don't need to waste your
breath; she knows how to make you more comfortable." Even when pulling up his pants, he knows to pull the front a little bit out so
that his erect penis won't get caught on the waistband when he tries to pull them down further. My wife used to be like that, and I loved her so much
… She asked me if I'd showered, and I said, "If you don't come soon, I'll wash my skin off!" She gave me a sly smile and took my penis
into her mouth. Don't let her big mouth fool you; when she sucked in, wow, I felt like I was about to explode. I immediately put my
testicles in, pressed my tongue against my lower gum, looked at the ceiling, and counted 1, 2, 3 in my head. My passion subsided a little
. I realized this wasn't working, so I flipped her over and kissed her from her breasts and belly button all the way down to her vulva. She was already very
wet. I parted her labia, found the clitoris, and brushed it with my tongue. She cried out, I brushed it again, and she cried out again. Haha,
this is the ultimate pleasure! I can make her laugh when I want her to laugh, and cry when I want her to cry! I was brushing her clitoris while touching her thighs
, and after a few strokes she couldn't resist anymore. She turned around and straddled me, putting my penis in her mouth.
We played like this for a few minutes, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate again (sorry, guys, it's not that I'm not skilled, it's just that I haven't been with a woman in a long time,
and I was cheating on someone else's wife). I mounted her, and as soon as I entered her, she started thrusting upwards, and I thrust downwards. I
thrust slowly, without counting the "nine shallow, one deep" technique, just a few thrusts halfway in before going all the way in. I watched her furrow
her brow when I was halfway in, and when I went all the way in, she opened her mouth and let out an "oh," haha. Suddenly I remembered the wonderful use of a pillow,
so I grabbed a pillow and put it under her buttocks, squatting down and going all the way in each time. After a few thrusts, she started screaming. I asked her if it was deep enough, and she said she went all the way in and told me to stop. Of course, I didn't believe her. Stop? If she didn't go all the way in, wouldn't all the work 　　I'd done
before be for nothing ?
One hand pinched the grapes on top, the other rubbed the clitoris below, my little brother was still slowly and steadily going in and out, when she
panicked, grabbed my arm and flipped me over to sit on top of me. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, enjoying her up-and-down movements,
accompanied by her moans, I straightened my legs and thrust upwards rapidly, she didn't move, waiting for me to finish, all my semen rushed
into her little sister! I pulled her around the waist and laid her on top of me. For a long time...
I always smoke a cigarette after sex, she asked for one too, I asked her to pour some wine, she asked if there was any wine?
I said of course, it was specially prepared for you, it's on the table. She ran to get two glasses naked and poured the wine out
for us to drink, I didn't want to drink, I said I wanted to drink from your mouth, she joked that she wouldn't do it, said you lie down, I'll pour it into
your mouth with the glass, of course I wouldn't do it, I tickled her, she kept laughing and agreed to feed me. After playing like this for a while, she suddenly
asked me: You know what? Why didn't I let you wear a condom? I said even if you asked me to wear one, I wouldn't! She asked, "
What will you do if you leave without me?" I said, "Then I have no choice. At worst, the court will sentence me to rapist!" She laughed
heartily. Later, she told me that I had said something before, so she considered it when she came to see me
. She said she wouldn't force me if I didn't use a condom. I asked her what I said, and she said I had said before, "A man under 40 who
goes to prostitutes is a man without charm!" So she believed I was definitely okay (haha,
I blushed a little when I said that, but I really don't have any diseases). We'd smoked, drunk, and lay down for a while.
I suggested we do it again. She looked at my penis and asked, "Are you sure you can handle it?" I said, "My little brother is always on standby, ready to
arrive at the scene in five minutes, faster than a fire truck!" She laughed, and I kissed her, touched her breasts, and my little brother
slowly woke up under her little hands. This time I entered from behind, what we call "back penetration," but what my classmates called "
the back wave pushing the front wave." But I quickly realized this wouldn't work. Her legs seemed longer than mine. Actually, I'm
taller than her, but when she knelt on the bed, her vagina was higher than my penis. I could only insert
halfway! Hehe, I've overcome obstacles like this before, it's a piece of cake. I made her face
pressed against the bed, her butt sticking up, and I half-squatted behind her, thrusting in from above like pumping air.
The sound was like farting, following my rhythm. In the middle, I had some ideas about her anus, but she resisted fiercely.
I inserted half of my penis, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed crying. It took me a while to calm her down. I never expected that even an old woman...
She was crying! She wiped her face with a tissue; there was still some blood. I spread her buttocks apart and saw—haha, there was a
tear. I thought to myself, "Looks like just her juices aren't enough; I need to buy some oil!" Seeing she wasn't angry anymore
, I said, "Baby, I'm sorry. I won't touch there again next time. To show my repentance, I'll work harder this time, okay?" She laughed and scolded
me, "Go back to your own little plot of land and work hard." I shamelessly said, "If I don't serve you well, your
little fat field won't be for me to cultivate next year!" Haha, I went straight for her. This time it lasted a long time; I was covered in
sweat, but she didn't climax. I asked her to call me "brother," she called me "husband," but she
wouldn't call me "daddy," and she wouldn't call me "grandpa." She just straddled me and started fucking me! Finally, she sat on my back,
and I wrapped my arms around her big breasts from behind. With her movements, my cannon fired again!
She cleaned up our battlefield—something I forgot to mention earlier—she
was incredibly thorough when wiping my head, cleaning the pubic hair, the shaft, and the testicles thoroughly, even giving me oral sex before wiping it again. My wife
has never "washed" me like that before. Touching her head, I was truly grateful for this romantic encounter. I wish her
happiness in the future.
After resting for a bit, I needed to use the restroom, but after squatting for a while, my stomach started to hurt more and more, so I crawled back into bed, pressing my face
against her breasts. She saw I was in pain and asked what was wrong. I said my stomach hurt a little. She asked if I
had caught a chill earlier, but I said probably not; I don't like to cover myself with a blanket when doing things in the snow, it doesn't provide any visual effect. She then asked
what I had for lunch, and I said I hadn't eaten breakfast, having run back from there at 7 am. She said I must be hungry, and told me to come
downstairs and eat, and I'd feel better afterward. I said it hurt too much, and I'd leave later. She held me like that, and I slept in her arms
. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the light come on and woke up. My stomach still hurt a little, but it wasn't too bad
. It was getting dark outside, and I asked her what time it was. She said it was almost six o'clock. I was suddenly very touched. A netizen
had held me like that for hours because of my stomachache, without going home or eating dinner. While I was feeling touched, my
little brother suddenly got up again. She felt it too, and with a lewd smile, asked me if my stomachache was gone.
I was very embarrassed...
We went downstairs and ate something. I ordered sweet and sour carp, celery and lily bulbs, and preserved egg and tofu soup. She also ordered
pigeon soup for me. We drank a bottle of old wine. On the last glass, I tentatively asked her: "Come to Jiading next week
?" She said, "I always bring you here." I laughed wildly. Haha, there's still hope!!!
Even at this moment, I still thought that sleeping with another man's wife could alleviate the hatred in my heart. However, I was truly wrong.
Extraordinary lust inevitably leads to extraordinary misfortune. After my interactions with the young women from Beijing and Shenyang, I realized: Don't
dance with other people's wives!
(II)
If my feelings after dancing with someone's wife for the first time were longing and excitement, then
after the second time, my feelings were sadness and anger! The third time, I became utterly despondent, unwilling to tread this path that seemed
like heaven but was actually hell.
Some say that death is not scary; what is scary is death approaching and you are waiting for it.
One night last year, I was in such a state. I was alone in a hotel room, the lights were off, my cell phone was off
, and the telephone line was unplugged. Before unplugging the telephone line, I called the front desk and told her I was tired and that whoever
was looking for me should tell her I had already checked out.
The story goes back to a day in March last year when I took a train from Langfang to Beijing. On the train, I wandered around for a long time before finally finding
a young woman to sit opposite me. She was dressed in a black business suit, her hair just reaching her shoulders. She had an oval face,
and while not fair-skinned, she was quite attractive. Her full breasts stretched her blouse tightly, and although she had a little bit of fat around her waist
, it was still quite petite compared to her ample hips, creating a symmetrical look. She wore white sheer stockings with black leather shoes,
and as she got up to go to the restroom, I noticed a bow tucked into the ankle of her shoes—absolutely
fashionable! On such a long journey, I figured I should take a second look at a beautiful woman and chat with her a bit. I believe most cat lovers would support my decision,
right? At first, I didn't initiate conversation. We cats have to be strategic; as a cat master once said, "
The ultimate way to pick up girls is to let them pick you up!" Later, during a conversation with another salesman next to me, she chimed in for a few words, and I started talking to her one-on-one. I learned she was from Hubei, and her husband was 　　a graduate of
Beijing Normal University who stayed on as a faculty member; she had come here too.
When I first came to Beijing, I worked at the Economic Daily. Later, because I was familiar with banking,
I used connections to transfer to a bank. When we got off the train, I accompanied her all the way to the exit.
I had already given her my business card, but she hadn't given me her ID card yet. I was prepared to ask for it if she didn't give it to me by the time we exited the station
! Luckily, as soon as we got off the platform, she gave me her mobile phone number and her PHS number as well. I
thought, well, I've kept her company on the train, eating, drinking, laughing, and playing with her, so she should at least give me something in return. When we parted,
she asked me to call her next time I came to Beijing. (That time I went to Beijing, I had arranged to meet another colleague in Beijing
to go to Heilongjiang together, so I didn't have time to stay.)
In the days that followed, we would exchange messages every three to five days to say hello. We didn't say anything explicit;
I hadn't figured out her personality yet, and some things were best left unsaid when we were alone. A few days ago, an old client
gave me a message saying that a vice president in Hebei might be going solo. Since he's opening a factory, he'll definitely need to buy machinery and equipment.
I called him, but he probably didn't trust me and flatly refused, saying there was no such thing as opening a factory. I said I was Xiao
Meng's best friend, and we shouldn't talk about equipment. I said I often heard Xiao Meng mention him, and I'd like to come over so we could
sit down, have a drink, and get to know each other. He hesitated for a moment, then agreed. So I came to Hebei, only to find out he
was about to land a big order, and he only thought about buying equipment after securing the order
. So I tried to build rapport and exchanged business cards and equipment samples. Next stop? First, Fushun. A client there still owes our company
60,000 to 70,000 yuan in outstanding payments. It was a previous order from a dismissed salesperson, and the boss said whoever gets the outstanding payment gets the commission on that order
. Just as I was about to leave, I remembered Ms. S from Beijing. Anyway, Beijing is on the way to Fushun, so I thought I'd stop
by for a bite! So I called her and said I was coming to Beijing. She said she was busy today, but she'd take the day off tomorrow to come with me.
So I stayed up late on Mop.com that night, and early the next morning she called to ask where I was. I said
I was getting up right away to go to Beijing. She got angry and said, "I thought you were here yesterday! Fine, I'm going to work. Come or not, it's up to you!" and
hung up. I was wide awake. I'd been soaking in the bathwater for ages, and with the rice almost in the pot, I didn't want it
to fly away like a cooked duck! I quickly replied that I'd be in Beijing in two hours. Then I got out of bed, showered, shaved, and even took a dump
, eliminating all possible distractions during our flirting. Then I grabbed my laptop and headed straight
to the bus station. Around 10 a.m., I arrived at Liuliqiao Station and, following her instructions, took the 917 bus to its final stop,
Tianqiao. It was already 11 a.m., and my stomach was growling, but I didn't care. I wandered around and saw that the Jin
Dong Hotel was okay, but when I went inside, they didn't even have internet access. There was a nice place across the street called Xiangrui, but when I went in, although it had internet
access, the room was tiny. The front desk had a two-star sign but insisted on charging me 188 yuan, saying it would be 260 yuan before the discount
. Ha! It's worse than a budget hotel; if they give me 260 yuan, I'll just
charge 250. I really had no other choice. The other small hotels nearby weren't clean, and the Jin Dong across the street didn't have internet access, so I had nothing to do that night since she was leaving. After checking in
, I called her to come over for dinner
. She said there was a Honglian Roast Duck chain nearby and told me to order while she took time off work to come over. So, I grinned and playfully ran around asking people where the nearest Honglian Roast Duck was. When I entered
, wow, it was packed! I got a business card for a roast duck restaurant with the number 3 on it and
sat on a row of chairs in the lobby, waiting for those greasy-mouthed diners to finish their meals. After a while, it seemed like people number 1 and 2 had been
assigned, and finally it was my turn. A greeter in a cheongsam told me I had a seat,
and then a waitress in a familiar Japanese girl's uniform led me to my seat. As I walked, I thought to myself, "This
Red Lotus boss probably likes big breasts too. When I become a boss, I'll hire based on size! Those without the right size
, no hires! Small sizes for general workers, big sizes for managers!" When ordering, I not only ordered the 68-yuan roast duck,
but also a hot pot, a plate of eel, a plate of wild mushrooms, and a bowl of soup. The "big-sized" waitress, hearing I
was eating alone, stared wide-eyed! I laughed and beckoned her closer. She leaned in, and I
whispered with a laugh, "I just escaped from jail and I'm starving." I casually pinched her big butt!
She looked at me and laughed again, then happily ran off to get the order.
Not long after the food arrived, my little S appeared. She scanned the entire hall, probably not seeing me, and pulled out her phone
to make a call. I stood up and greeted her. She ran over, her face flushed. I politely extended my hand, but
she didn't shake it. To be honest, I just wanted to be polite, not touch her hand. Not touching her
hand was fine, but I still gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her and casually
touched her shoulder—a gesture that looked very casual to others! Good heavens, it's true what they say, a concubine is better than a wife, and a stolen lover is better than a wife! That small contact made me
lean back until the alcohol in the electric kettle on the table almost burned out…
We ate and chatted. I heard she bought a car, so I asked her what kind. We went for a drive, and she seemed a little embarrassed
, saying her husband was driving it, not yet having learned, and it cost 120,000 yuan. I asked if it was a Buick Excelle or a Peugeot 307; those were the only two models I knew
around 120,000 yuan, both of which my friends had owned. She said an Hyundai Elantra. I was shocked.
Coming from the countryside, I'd never seen a high-end Elantra cost 120,000 yuan. I'd even dreamed of working hard for a few years to earn 80,000 yuan to buy that dream
car. Had prices gone up and car prices gone up too?
After a satisfying meal, I pondered the ancient wisdom that when you're well-fed and clothed, you should think about lust. I started thinking about how to get her into bed.
Suddenly, I remembered she'd mentioned liking fruit, so I invited her to go to a fruit shop. She happily agreed. Leaving
the restaurant, I led her back to the hotel. She seemed familiar with the road leading to the Xiangrui Hotel. She always
said her husband was stingy, forbidding her from chatting online and disliking seeing her with other men.
I smiled and made small talk. Passing a fruit shop, I bought apples and bananas—her favorites. "
Hehe, you like bananas, huh? I'll give you a big banana later!" When we reached the hotel entrance, she stopped.
She looked at me with an ambiguous expression and told me she wasn't going up; she was scared. I remembered a fellow enthusiast saying that
at this moment, I wasn't fighting her, but rather fighting against thousands of years of feudal ideology. So,
I looked at her calmly and gently told her that I had brought her a small gift from Shanghai, just for her,
and that I had come up to pick it up so we could go shopping later…
After hesitating for a while, she finally came upstairs with me. Once in the room, I didn't mention the gift at all. I turned on the TV
and connected the computer to the internet. She said she liked listening to Jay Chou's "Chrysanthemum Terrace." To be honest, I don't like Jay Chou's songs. I remember someone saying
that when China becomes big enough, they should make all the foreigners learn Chinese, take the HSK (Chinese Proficiency Test) and
make them play Jay Chou's songs during the listening comprehension section! They should make them memorize the lyrics! But since the beautiful lady wanted it, I had to do it! I immediately searched for
Jay Chou on Baidu, downloaded the song, and played it for her. She seemed to like it quite a bit, humming along. I boiled water
and made two cups of tea. While serving the tea, I sat down next to her and we discussed the Wenchuan earthquake. She
said she cried when she saw it, and she had donated money. She also had many clothes at home that she wanted to donate but didn't know where to accept donations
. I quickly chimed in, saying that our village chief was still naked because he wasn't wearing pants during the earthquake
. "You should donate to him!" I said. Her face seemed to turn red, and she exclaimed, "You're lying! The earthquake happened in the afternoon, how
could you not be wearing pants?" I quickly explained, "When the earthquake struck, our village chief was discussing family planning and
contraception with the women's director, so he wasn't wearing pants. When the earthquake hit, he rushed out in a panic and didn't have time to pick up
his pants." She suddenly laughed, and a button on her blouse happened to come undone. As she laughed, I was examining her black
bra…
I want to clarify to all my fellow wolves that this wasn't a fabrication; the button really did come undone suddenly. Neither she nor
I moved; it just came undone naturally. Since I write articles, I only write about my own experiences.
Writing about things that didn't happen is meaningless, and copying others' work is even more pointless. That's the rule of original writing!
While I was still looking at her, I suggested she donate her outfit to our village chief, but she said her village chief was definitely
fatter than her and wouldn't fit. I looked her up and down, then asked her to stand up and turn around. She actually stood up and stretched out her arms...
She circled around in front of me. Hehe! Before, sitting in the chair, it was difficult to make my
move; after all, nothing is convenient in a chair. Now that she's standing, right next to the bed, I can easily pull her down. My chance has come. I nodded
, muttering something about her being thinner than our village chief… I put my arms around her waist, but as soon as I did, she
twisted her waist, hehe, don't do that… and sat back down in her chair. Frustrating…
We chatted casually for almost an hour, and I watched her sitting in that
chair, a perfect spot for both offense and defense. I secretly decided: from now on, I'll definitely look for hotel rooms with only beds and no chairs, determined to leave these prey
nowhere to hide… In this situation, even forcibly pulling her from the chair to the bed felt a bit
coercive… My brain was racing, trying to figure out every possible way to trick her into sitting on the bed so I could
unleash my signature move—the hungry tiger pouncing on its prey! Not to brag, but sales people develop their brains through practice.
Soon, I smiled slyly...
"Sister S, come and see my girlfriend's picture. Our relationship has been really strained lately, we're almost at the point of breaking up
."... She got excited when she heard that and immediately ran over and sat at the foot of the bed to look at the computer I had placed on the table opposite the bed. At this
point, our setup was like this: in front of us was a table with a TV, which I moved a bit and
put the computer on; behind us was the bed, and we sat side by side at the foot of the bed watching photos of my girlfriend and me
slideshow on the computer… It was such a convenient setup for me: from behind her, since
there was no chair back, I could easily put my arm around her waist or shoulder… from in front of her, I could
easily pull her down onto the bed with a sweeping motion…
After looking at our photos, she asked if there were any more she wanted to see. I
showed her many scenic photos I took at the Xi'an exhibition, the Shanghai exhibition, and the Jinan exhibition. She said, "You're having a really comfortable business trip." I was thinking to myself, "I get
paid for all my business trips," but I still smiled and said, "Let me know when you're free, I'll take you
on a trip…" Later, she saw a nude photo of a celebrity. She was shocked and asked, "Is it real?" I told her that it
's trendy to take some photos while you're young and have a good figure to look back on later... At the same time, I put my arm around her waist,
and she twisted, so I pressed her down on the bed...
I straddled her, my mouth constantly searching for hers, but she twisted her head violently, pushing me away forcefully, shouting,
"Don't do this, we can't do this..." I didn't care, if she wouldn't let me kiss her, I'd kiss her neck, and then down, I
held her with one arm and grabbed her breasts with the other, they were fucking huge! I tried to unbutton her shirt with both hands, but she
held them tightly, refusing to let me. At that moment, the advantage a man has over a woman became glaringly obvious. Although she held my hands, she
was no match for my strength. Amidst her cries and struggles, her buttons slipped one by one,
and her spirit crumbled step by step…
Her shirt was completely undone, revealing a black lace bra that barely covered half her breasts. I pressed her hands
above her head with one hand, while using the other to feel her softness. Suddenly, she broke free, and a sharp pain shot through my face.
She gripped my cheeks tightly with her claws, but I forced a smile, continuing to rub them. She grabbed
my hand again, her nails digging into the flesh of my hand, but I still smiled! She continued to resist, saying, "You have such a beautiful
girlfriend, why do you care about an old woman like me? Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will find out and leave you?" I told
her, "From the first moment I saw you on the train, I was captivated by you." Your figure and your temperament are
incomparable to my girlfriend who's like a little kid. I can't let you belong to your husband alone for the rest of your life;
I want you to enjoy a happier life. What kind of love was mine? Seeing that we only met once every few months, I'd rather not have it!
Seeing that reasoning wasn't working, she resorted to force. She warned me that if I didn't let go, she would scream. I laughed even harder
: "Your home is nearby, right? If your husband finds out, your kids will be finished; I'm just a single guy passing by
, no wife to control me, go ahead and scream." "Why aren't you screaming? Hehe, I'll scream for you." "Help
! Someone—" I had barely uttered a sound when she said fiercely, "Are you looking for death! What are you screaming for!" Hmph! I've been
gambling since I was a kid; you're still too green to outsmart me, are you? ...
To prevent me from getting hurt again, I pinned her hands to the bed with both hands and used my mouth to pull up her black bra,
finally exposing her snow-white breasts to my eyes! Perhaps it's due to her age; the tip is quite dark. Even when a woman's penis
is erect, it's never been as large as it normally is. I could feel it; it wasn't large from excitement, but rather a
normal size—really large. While not as large as a grape as some people describe, it's definitely
as big as the marbles we played with as kids, the kind where whoever gets it in the center first wins.
I held it in my mouth, circling it. Actually, many fantasy novels are very unrealistic; women who are forced into it rarely get aroused
. The stories of them screaming "I want it! I want it!" just from being touched and rubbed are all fake. Because they're under immense psychological tension, they
don't have time to pay attention to these physical stimuli…
After playing for a while, she kept telling me to let go. Suddenly, on a whim, I told her: "I'll let go,
but you have to promise to kiss me." She looked at me in disbelief. "Really? You'll let go if I kiss you?" I feigned
a pitiful look: "Sister S, I really like you. But judging from your desperate resistance, you really
don't like me. What's the point of forcing me to do it with you?" Then I added, "Can't you tell?
I haven't touched your pants. If I wanted to force you, I would have stripped you off long ago
. Look at myself, I haven't even taken off my shirt, trousers, or shoes yet!" She thought about it and realized it made sense, so she stopped resisting. She even told me that she used to
like me quite a bit, but she didn't expect me to turn out like this. I chimed in, "Sister S, you're so sexy. I guarantee
any man who sees you will want to make a move on you." She laughed and called me a pervert. I laughed too. I am a pervert. If you don't
kiss the pervert, the pervert won't let you get up...
She was helpless. She closed her eyes and lightly touched my face with her cheek. I yelled, "You're cheating!" "I want a kiss on the lips
." "You scratched my face just now. My face is afraid of you, but my lips aren't. If you want a kiss, kiss me on the lips ." She wouldn't have
it again. She resolutely refused to kiss me on the lips. So I lay on top of her again, refusing to get up until she agreed to my terms. Hehe, at that moment I was
thinking, even if you kiss me, I won't get up! A while later she wanted water, saying she was thirsty from lunch. I said I'd made tea.
"I'm still here. Give me a kiss and I'll give you some water." She rolled her eyes at me and said she didn't want any! Then she changed her mind, saying her clothes were all sweaty
and wrinkled, and she was worried about going out. I said it was okay, I'd buy her new ones. She said, "Oh, you said that!" I
thought I had a chance, so I nodded quickly, "Okay!
" I reached my hand inside her pants, and she started resisting again, grabbing at me. I was used to the pain; my grandfather had long ago taught me, "If you want to eat dog meat, why are you afraid of being bitten?" Finally, with my relentless
attacks, her defenses crumbled step by step...
She was still the same, closing her eyes and not looking at me, not making a sound, but her hand was still futilely gripping mine.
She wanted water again, saying, "Please, let me get up, I'm really thirsty, I need some water." I thought about it, maybe
she really wanted water, and I couldn't just not let her have any! I told her she could get up if
she wanted, since I'd already seen everything. But she had to take off her shirt first, so she'd have to consider
the busy street outside if she wanted to run away. She readily agreed, slightly bending over and taking off her shirt. I didn't hesitate, standing up
to bring her tea. After she drank, I peeled a banana and offered it to her. She wouldn't eat it, which I expected.
So I threatened her, "If you don't eat the banana, I'll keep 'fuck' you!" She was so angry she didn't know whether to laugh or cry,
saying, "You're so mean!" But she still took a bite. I laughed, "Oh, right, that's how it is.
Be gentle with your husband and he'll treat you well!" I took a bite of the banana and then offered it to her…
As she stood in front of the mirror, head bobbing her hair, I hugged her from behind and said, "Look
how well we match." Indeed, I was a little taller than her, and while not exactly handsome, I was certainly energetic.
She laughed and said, "I'm almost your mother, what's the point of being a match for you!" I pulled her onto the bed and tickled her all over,
saying, "How dare you scold me like that!" She laughed as she asked, "What do you like about me? I've been married before, there
are so many good girls out there, why did you have to come and ruin me?" I stopped. Finally,
the battle between me and the five thousand years of feudal Chinese thought had reached its climax. Success or failure depended on how
well I performed in this final act!
If any of you cat lovers were here, you would see my expression was as
heartfelt as Stephen Chow saying, "God, give me another chance": "Sister S, I've fallen for you. I wouldn't want any woman in the whole country, I only want you!
If you're not happy to be with me, I won't force you, but give me some comfort, just let me hold you for a little while, even
just a short while, I'll be so happy!"...
She slowly pulled me into her arms, and I was incredibly excited!
I had finally defeated her, both psychologically and physically! I nestled my head against her chest, one arm around her waist, the other caressing
her ample buttocks. Slowly, I peeled away her last line of defense. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said, "I'll do it myself, but you have to
promise me one thing!" I said I'd agree to anything. She insisted on using a condom. I said, "Of course, no problem
, but I don't have one. First, I've never been with any other woman besides my girlfriend, so I'm definitely not sick;
second, I'll pull out when I ejaculate, so you won't feel burdened. I just want to be a good lover, not ruin
your family." She looked at me for a moment, her eyes resolute, and said, "You absolutely must use one. If you don't have one, I'll get you one!" Damn,
I was stunned. It seemed she'd tricked me! She came to meet me with a condom; clearly,
she was ready to sleep with me! Before I could react, she pulled a box of Jissbon condoms from her bag. I glanced
at it; it had ring-shaped stripes, a three-pack. I'd always been so virile, but her attack left me utterly exhausted
...
After she disarmed herself, I felt it necessary to warm her up with my skillful hands.
She seemed to be enjoying it immensely, and I felt as happy as if I'd just closed a deal and been praised by my boss. Regaining my virility, I donned my gear
and prepared for action. I assumed a missionary stance, left hand gripping my weapon, right hand sweeping towards the enemy lines, adjusting the angle,
and charged in for the kill! At first, she closed her eyes and remained motionless. After a series of vigorous thrusts,
she became a little excited and started moaning softly. I reduced my thrusts and asked her to call me "husband." She said something that
startled me: "We've been married for ten years, and I've never called you 'husband.' We always just call each other by our full names...
" I continued thrusting, one hand pinching her nipple, the other rubbing her clitoris. Soon, she became increasingly wet.
I asked her if it felt good. She didn't answer, so I thrust in hard twice! I asked her again if it felt good. She let out a soft
"Mmm-Mmm-."
Staying in one position all the time doesn't give you a full workout, so I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, half-squatting, and
thrust in, all the way in each time. Her moans changed from "Mmm-Mmm-" to "Ah-Ah-Ah-..." Honestly, it was too
loose and lacked power! I joked with her, "I'm not used to using condoms because when I do, I can't ejaculate all night
!" She asked me how many times I did with my girlfriend each night. I didn't hide anything and told her usually three times. Then she told
me she hadn't done it for three months... I wanted to try a rear-entry position, so I stopped thrusting, turned her around, and slapped her
butt. She looked at me blankly. I said, "Lie down. Do I have to teach you?" She said no, she didn't like it,
and she wasn't used to it. Damn, you're not used to it because your husband doesn't know how! I forcefully flipped her over, grabbed her waist,
and with a whoosh, I was inside her… It seems she rarely uses this move; her ass doesn't move backward to cooperate. A moment later, I
flipped her over again, but I quickly discovered she had a really good skill! I lay on top of her without moving, and her
ass moved around on its own, like spinning. Damn, it felt so fucking amazing! …She was all flesh, so lying
on top of her was already very comfortable. Hands on her chest, head against her neck, legs on his legs, my cock still inside
… Just her moving around below, my cock going in and out of her vagina, so relaxing! This
is true enjoyment! …
After a while, I felt like I was about to climax, so I told her I was about to give the call to arms, were she ready? She
nodded, and I took a deep breath, fiercely pounding her with a rate of fire similar to an AK47 burst! Her legs curled up to assist
my attack. I roared: Still don't want to let me do it! …I'll teach you to be a repressed pervert! …I'll teach you to grab me! ...I'll fuck
you to death! She could only groan, "Ah-ah-ah-ah," unable to utter a sound. I was about to cum! I stopped holding her down,
thrusting relentlessly while simultaneously grabbing her throat with both hands, demanding: "You're such a slut...you're not allowed to let your husband fuck you anymore..."
"You're only allowed to do this to me... understand? Damn it, I'm asking you a question... understand? Damn it!" Watching her nod frantically
, I nestled contentedly against her chest. My legs were weak...
I lay there for a while, then got up and took off the condom. She rushed to the bathroom. I was too lazy to move, so I lit a cigarette and
leaned against the headboard, lost in thought...
A while later, she came out wrapped in a towel, put on her underwear and outer clothes, and noticed her socks were torn. She pulled
a new pair from her bag and put them on, wanting to give me the old one as a souvenir! Haha, I wouldn't even keep my girlfriend
's fragrant black bra if she gave it to me, why would I keep your stinky socks?! I ignored her... While getting dressed,
she said, "You promised to buy me clothes, you have to get up and go shopping with me." I said okay. A while later, she said, "My phone is disconnected from your calls,
you have to top it up for me." Does she think I'm stupid?! Local calls don't cost anything! I ignored her... A while later she said she
hadn't worked or received any pay for the day because she took the day off, and that I had to compensate her. Damn, she's really getting serious! I told her directly: "Do you want some clothes
? If not, I won't walk you downstairs." She laughed and hooked her arms around my neck: "It's past five o'clock,
I'll be late getting home. Give me money, I'll buy myself clothes and top up my phone credit." In that instant, I felt she
was so despicable!
I won't comment on my own character or status, I'm a manager, after all! How could I be so blind to choose such
a person! I felt utterly disgusted. I silently stubbed out my cigarette, got dressed, and told her: "Come on,
I'll take you to get your clothes back." She kept pestering me: "Next time you come, I'll treat you like your girlfriend,
okay?" I was already extremely disgusted, so I just pulled her away. When we got to the door, she wouldn't budge, crying and saying, "You
said you liked me, but you never do what I want! Let's go downstairs together! My husband and his colleagues are all
leaving work right now. How am I supposed to explain this to you? Just give me the money, I can buy it myself!" I chuckled,
thinking, "Damn, doesn't she know what I do? I'm a salesman, I make money off other people. And
she thinks she can steal my money from me?" I told her, "If I buy you clothes, I need to make
sure you're happy to see them on. I might not like what you buy yourself. Let's go shopping together. We'll take a taxi as soon as we leave;
nobody will see us!" She didn't have anything to say and reluctantly followed me downstairs…
When we got to the mall, she wandered around the women's clothing section, and I followed behind. Since she had my phone (which I had taken earlier
), I was afraid she would run away. My phone isn't expensive, but the SIM card is a company-issued plan. Even if she took
it and I had to get a replacement, it would be difficult to handle any customer who needed to call and she answered. Luckily,
my phone rang while I was shopping, so she had no reason not to give it back. It was a colleague from work calling
to ask about earthquake donations; they had all donated. I was happy; the call came just in
time. I donated!!…
After wandering around the mall, she saw a cream-colored business suit. While they were discussing the size and sheerness
, I glanced at the price tag: 398. Okay! That's about my budget. She asked for my opinion, and I said if she
thought it looked good, we'd take it. She hesitated for a moment and said we should look around some more. I didn't care.
From the moment I disliked her, I knew she was only worth that much; anything more was her own responsibility! We went to another store, and she
saw a dress she liked. When she tried it on, the shopkeeper praised how beautiful it was and how flattering it was. She asked the price, and
the shopkeeper said 798 yuan, no discounts. She turned to ask for my opinion, and I sarcastically said, "You look too old-fashioned in this
. Do you want people to call you old-fashioned on the street?" She thought for a moment and didn't buy it. Later,
she didn't like anything in the other stores, so she said she'd just take the dress she saw earlier. I ignored her. Luckily, she didn't exhaust my patience and asked
if I wanted her to take the business suit. I said, "Let's go then!"...
On the way back, she wanted shoes and phone credit. I didn't even turn around...
I no longer had any expectations or longing for her. I felt disgusted! I actually
went to all that trouble to seduce her into bed?
When we got close to the hotel, I didn't want her to go up anymore. I asked her if she wanted to go home now or have dinner before
leaving. Although I loathed her, I couldn't let her have anything to say.
If she wrinkled her clothes, I'd pay for them!
If she got hungry, I'd feed her!
"I called you out, so I'll take you!"
She didn't want to eat either, and asked if I'd see her again. I casually said I'd call her when I came to Beijing. I called
a car, shoved her in, gave the driver twenty yuan, and left…
I hadn't eaten dinner at all. As soon as I entered the room, I felt like slapping myself! I left my young
, beautiful, and gentle girlfriend to do this stupid thing! Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a chill.
Her pettiness, her shamelessness, made me doubt the truth of what she'd said before…
Was she really a bank employee?
Was her husband really a PhD from a normal university?
Did her family really own a car? Was
she really a respectable woman?
These questions made me sweat. I immediately called a friend who was working in Beijing and told him what happened.
He laughed, "I knew it! You said you were coming the day before yesterday, but you haven't come to my restaurant yet! Looks like you've been
surrounded by that little bitch and her gang!" I said, "That would be great. It's not scary to encounter thugs,
it's scary to encounter thugs in PC uniforms!" I was afraid she'd impulsively report me for rape! My brother immediately asked
if I'd ejaculated inside. I said I'd used a condom, and flushed it down the drain. He said it should be fine then. "Don't worry, I'll come
pick you up later. Come to my place tonight to calm your nerves." I said no need, I'm taking the bus directly from here tomorrow morning,
it's inconvenient to come to your place, you never get up to take me to the station when I visit." He said, "Your sister-in-law
won't let me get up..." I ignored him and hung up!
After the call, I turned off the room light, then called the front desk to tell anyone who called me that I'd
checked out, and unplugged the phone. I smoked in the light of the computer screen...
Maybe, the next minute, Uncle Pole's handcuffs would be on my wrists...
Maybe, the next minute, a group of thugs would be yelling through the door, threatening to kill me...
While my mind was in a complete mess, her call came again. I thought for a moment, then answered. The phone...
Her voice came through the phone: "I had another fight with my husband at home. I'm coming out now, will you come with me?"
I'm not that stupid. Maybe before I even leave the hotel, a police officer will shove me into an ambulance, or a few thugs with
blond hair will drag me into a minivan… I told her, "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, I checked out of the room,
I'm at a friend's house now, are you coming? If you are, we'll go get a room." My intention was to see if she was
trying to trick me into going out. But her reply puzzled me: "Never mind, I'll go home. Have a safe trip."
…
A little while later she messaged again, asking how I felt in the room. Actually, she's not a heartless
person; she still misses me. Next time I come to Beijing, she'll definitely be very attentive to me…
I'm really confused, I don't understand what kind of woman she is! In short, I've found that sometimes seemingly respectable
women can be worse than prostitutes. At least prostitutes have prices and don't act coy. This feeling is really
unpleasant! Sigh! Never seduce someone you think is a respectable woman, and never dance with someone else's wife.

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